Just a little one-shot that I wrote while watching the scene in Prince Caspian where the Pevensies are walking down the hall filled with carvings. Might make this a four chapter thing where Caspian has a moment with each of the Pevensies when they are remembering something from the Golden Age.

Disclaimer: If I owned the Chronicles of Narnia, then I probably wouldn't be writing a fanfiction for the Chronicles of Narnia.

Caspian's Point of View

I was walking down the hall filled with pictures of the Kings and Queens of Old. I needed someplace empty to think about what I had just done. Even though High King Peter had lectured me for over half an hour, I felt as if I deserved some self berating. How could I have been so stupid, so selfish, as to almost unleash the fury of the White Witch? I had read the history books, heard the stories of the terror that the Witch had caused in Narnia. I knew perfectly well what she had done to King Edmund, and yet I STILL came so CLOSE to letting her free. How could I be so- I stopped myself mid-thought when I heard a small sniffling coming from down the corridor. I stood up, and gently creeped towards the sound. When I peeked around the corner, I saw a small figure huddled on the ground, sobbing. When I realized who it was, I gasped. A millisecond later, a dagger was an inch from my head. Queen Lucy stood up quickly, wiped her eyes, and said,

"Oh, I'm so sorry Caspian. I didn't think that particular instinct would survive England."

I managed a small smile before I pulled the dagger out of the dirt wall. I handed it to Queen Lucy hilt first, and she put it back in its red leather sheath. She turned away again to stare at a carving on the wall. I cleared my throat, and asked gently,

"Queen Lucy?"

She turned back to me, and I was surprised to see tears filling her blue eyes again. The youngest royal had always seemed carefree and happy to me. She was strong in her faith of Aslan, and the only time that I saw her get mad was when Peter declared that we were on our own . I quickly tried to say something to comfort her.

"Your Majesty, I'm very sorry if I said something wrong-"

She held up her hand, shaking her head.

"It's not anything that you said Caspian. You've been amazing actually. You're going to be a great King."

I smiled, but was still worried about her.

"If I may be so bold Your Highness, can I ask why you were crying?"

She merely pointed at the carving that she had been staring at. It depicted a faun wearing a red scarf, with parcels in his arms. There was a lamppost in the middle of the deep snow.

"That was Mr. Tumnus."

Queen Lucy said. I glanced at her, saw great tears rolling down her cheeks, and hurriedly looked back at the carving in the wall. She sniffled and said,

"He was the best faun I ever knew. He was my best friend."

I asked, very quietly,

"What happened to him, Your Highness?"

She was quiet for so long, that I looked at her again. When she spoke, it was in a voice so soft that I could barely catch the heartbroken words that Queen Lucy uttered,

"Oh, from what I ve heard here, he was killed in the attack of Cair Paravel, along with over one hundred of my friends and subjects."

With that she went silent. My problems suddenly felt very insignificant, compared to the youngest Queens. For the rest of the night we stared at the carving in the wall, remembering all the people who died to put me on the throne.

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